Lloyd Banks - 03.Playboy 2 (Rotten Apple 2006) | Текст песни

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• Lloyd Banks
• 03.Playboy 2 (Rotten Apple 2006)

Whooooooooooooo.....

Uh..

Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup

Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup

I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup

I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah

The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with

rollin' out the piff, six after six

hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'

I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder

your papers much shorter, my safe is this big

not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter

diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick

we in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams

the only niggaz in the city with Miami tints

I picked up my advance and took off out to France

thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands

mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop

I half a ounce of ?? in my sock, I'm hot

if I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not

these haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot

I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block

all I got is the street, my word, my glock

these little niggaz emulatin' me know why

know why, know why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

Uh..

Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup

Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup

I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup

I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah

The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with

rollin' out the piff, six after six

hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'

I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

Hey..

Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs

hologram rims, a lotta Benjamins

I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want

rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk

now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump

I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk

don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliqêe is poppin'

now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'

I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black

Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that

now we got enough toys to knock the city back

beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap

they copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's

big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose

the illest never one at a time, just by the two's

and ooohhh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh

Uh..

Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup

Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup

I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup

I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah

The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with

rollin' out the piff, six after six

hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'

I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up

The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up

You and your cliqêe get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up

If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs

Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..

Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!

OOOHHHHHHH...!!!

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